Withered Hand - Oh Sees

Pluck your eyes out with the master’s withered hand

Where the planets grope about without a plan

On your knees, now, because you’ll only suffer more

You must suffer, yes, you mustn’t only die

And the heavens grinding down, you can’t be well

Hanging heavy in a sky as black as oil

Crawling slowly, face down in the muck

Crawling slowly with an outstretched, withered hand